New Beginnings — by Martin Hooijmans, Illustrated by Lars de Ruyter
A fierce wind howled around the car, and cut into his face. It felt strangely cleansing, as if old bits of memory were chipped away, to make room for new ones. New beginnings, he stood at the brink of...
View ArticleThe First of the Year — by Donal Mahoney, Illustrated by Jordan Wester
Anyone who has had poetry published by an editor over the years has a relationship with that editor whether one knows it or not. Sometimes the relationship is lukewarm, other times bordering on...
View ArticleLeilani — by Kesia Alexandra, Illustrated by Naomi McLeod
I still remember the first day I saw her. It was senior year at St. Mary’s Catholic School for Girls. We were in English class. She positioned herself at the front of the room and I took the seat...
View ArticleThe Angel Watches — by Christina C. Franklin, Illustrated by Terri Kelleher
Buzz, click; buzz, click. The machines hum in rhythm. Outside – noise, hustle, bustle. The elevator chimes its greeting. Inside the room there’s quiet talk. Some laughter, some tears, some silent nods....
View ArticleFuture Lost — by Elizabeth Townsend, Illustrated by Myfanwy Kinder
Jennifer is sitting behind the wheel of her three year old Toyota Camry at a red light. The windows are down so she can enjoy the sunshine and the fresh air. The breeze blows her auburn hair into her...
View ArticleSummer 10 — by Jackie Fisherman, Illustrated by Terri Kelleher
She was one of those people who entered a room belly first – a quality you might associate with a reluctant, if not particularly shameful concession to the sloth of middle age. It’s a shyly boastful...
View ArticleOne Year — by Michael Henson, Illustrated by Sayantan Halder
He has changed so much in just one year, she thought. Look at him. Look at how he twitters his hands when he thinks no one is looking. Look at how he cuts his eye when he hears a noise. Look at the...
View ArticleU-Turn — by Erin M. Truesdale, Illustrated by Lakshmy Mathur
Screaming permeated the walls of the house. In the darkness, I leaned up against my car, can of beer held loosely in my hand, staring up at the towering structure. My chest began to tighten as I...
View ArticleA Lion on the Shore — by Terry Hunter Scott, Illustrated by Alankrita Jain
Jorge Sanchez dares not move another inch. The feeling of water running over his small feet is about all he can stand. He glowers at the other children swimming in the warm sea. “Go on Jorge!” his...
View ArticleNanny’s Room — by Amanda Dolan, Illustrated by Myfanwy Kinder
Look at her, sitting outside talking to another client. What does that even mean? I can’t even focus on my video game, because she’s on the patio laughing at his stupid jokes. I’m unsure why we’ve been...
View ArticleGeorge & Gladys — by Kevin M. Strawser, Illustrated by Terri Kelleher
Poor George Trumbull had been dead 10 days before anyone knew. He’d always been on time or early with his rent, poor George, without fail for 4 straight years. And when he didn’t show up at Gladys’...
View ArticleI Definitely Need That — by Peter McMillan, Illustrated by Mike S. Young
You may laugh, but late night TV commercials do fill a void. That’s what my shrink said, and up to a point, I think he’s right. But he didn’t stop there. He called it a dependency, like nicotine,...
View ArticlePerspective — by Ann Huchingson, Illustrated by Lakshmy Mathur
It was a frog in his throat, Scout had tried to explain, that kept him from saying, “I love you.” A frog that kept him from pouring his heart out to her. It just lived in there, crammed between his...
View ArticlePerspective — by Ann Huchingson, Illustrated by Lakshmy Mathur
It was a frog in his throat, Scout had tried to explain, that kept him from saying, “I love you.” A frog that kept him from pouring his heart out to her. It just...The post Perspective — by Ann...
View ArticleBlue Sambo — by B. Lynn Carter, Illustrated by Terri Kelleher
“Please God, not Little Black Sambo again,” she said much louder than she’d intended. Mrs. Clune fixed her with a long cold stare, turning up her nose like she smelled something stinky, before...
View ArticleHeadstone — by Jack Coey, Illustrated by Hannah Nolan
He was a boy named Perkins in a New England town, and his father owned the garage and his mother was the nurse at the grade school, and that summer it was hot and...The post Headstone — by Jack Coey,...
View ArticlePamphliterature — by Caroline Kepnes, Illustrated by Lakshmy Mathur
Sue Manor always wore tan pants, the kind you get at Ocean State Job Lot if you never want to have sex again, pants you buy instead of committing suicide, slacks designed for a...The post...
View ArticleThe Will — by Karla K. McNeese, Illustrated by Myfanwy Kinder
The taxi let me off in Grandma’s driveway. Someone, probably my brother, had shoveled the driveway and the walkway, but they had done it in such a lazy fashion that most of the snow...The post The Will...
View ArticleShort Story | The Missed Free Throws — by Donal Mahoney, Illustrated by...
Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company and his mother...
View ArticleShort Story | The Last Stop — by Katherine Doll, Illustrated by Kristy Lankford
Amir felt the weight of the cell phone resting in the pocket near his heart. As his arm stretched up to turn the steering wheel, he felt its coolness through the fabric of his...The post Short Story |...
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